1 month ago, I was kidnapped.

I was out from a party. And there I was, stupid… drunk… and vulnerable. I was walking down the sidewalk… it was all a blur. I remember, laughing, then falling, then screaming. I was kicking and screaming as he grabbed me from the back, knife at throat, the knife pressed smoothly against my skin. Don't make a sound, he said. I cried out making a muffled crying sound. I thought I told you not to make a sound, you're going to regret it, he said as he drove the edge of the blade deeper into my skin.

He dragged me into a white van and began with putting a balled up towel in my mouth, making me gag from how deep it went in. He dragged me towards the front and brought ropes to my wrists and ankles, and cuffs that stuck me to the seat. I kicked and scream as the last light I would see for 25 days closed upon my eyes, as the door slammed shut with a boom. I tried getting out, I tried to kick from the seat, trying to break the cuffs, but all it did was sprain my wrists, sending trembles up my arms. I slump back into my seat, sobbing through the towel.

He got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition and the van started with a puff. You're gonna enjoy these days with me, he said.

My name is Samantha Fell, and this is my story.